No, not in actual time elapsed as marked on any atomic clock , but ... on this day in my life, relative to the actual date and time I am now compared to the day my father was on this day and time in his life I feel at this minute that I am the same age as my mother ... and, that my father would be younger. I mean, I feel older and that my mother would be older than my father. No, wait, I mean that even though my twin brother is the same age, like my father, he would be younger than me. Hold on a second, what I'm trying to tell you. Hmm, I've forgotten what I'm trying to tell you. It wasn't all that important anyway. When I think of it again, I'll call you, but rest assured it won't be the middle of the night, or anything like that. Actually, doc, I've got to work on my 2012 taxes which are absolutely due with the requested extension in two weeks. Let's just forget about this conversation. Erase the last five minutes; go on with where we were before this unfortunate lapse in judgment and sanity occurred, please. Like this never happened.

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